For months I’ve had on hold at the university library the two fat volumes of Auden’s poems recently published by Princeton University Press as part of The Complete Works of W.H. Auden. They have arrived. They total more than 1,900 pages and are priced at $60 each. Thank God for libraries. The editor is Edward Mendelson, literary executor of the Auden estate, to whom every reader is indebted. Mendelson’s heroic act of scholarship includes endnotes that provide every poem’s bibliographical history, and he documents Auden’s obsessive, sometimes misbegotten revisions.
My reading in
them is at once systematic and impulsive. To read such books dutifully, page by
page, marking progress with a bookmark as you would a novel, does no one a favor
– writer or reader. Unlike many readers, Philip Larkin among them, I favor the post-1939
poet, dating from his arrival in the U.S., so I expect to pay more attention to
the early work than I have in the past. The poems I love most date from the
1940’s and 1950’s, the era of “In Praise of Limestone.” His politics, before
Auden grew up and returned to Christianity, are often childish and hobble some of the poems.
A related
pleasure is Auden’s love of not language in general but specific words, often archaic
or rare. In 1971 he told an interviewer: “One of my great ambitions is to get
into the OED as the first person to
have used in print a new word.” He is cited 780 times in the OED. In his poem “In Praise of Auden,”
Dick Davis writes:
“In the
spot-on right place.
The
cliquey tics that irritated
Swelled up at a compound rate?
Your campiness and giggly mania
For the outré? and arcane
(I
owe ‘sessile’ and ‘soodling’ to your nudges,
Though a surfeit’s like girl-scout fudge
Each meal for a week till one breakfast
We gasp out ‘Dear hostess, a break!’”
I’ve written
before about Auden’s use of soodling.
He was fond of words borrowed from science and engineering, such as sessile, an adjective which has various related
meaning in biology, including “immediately in contact with the structure to
which they are attached; having no connecting neck or footstalk.” He uses it in
“Progress?”, written in 1972:
“Sessile,
unseeing,
the Plant is
wholly content
with
the Adjacent.
“Mobilized,
sighted,
the Beast
can tell Here from There
and
Now from Not-Yet.
“Talkative,
anxious,
Man can
picture the Absent
and
Non-Existent.”
Such words
are like the sea shells and fine porcelain in a museum. I linger over them,
admire them, but can’t imagine wanting to own or use them. They are strictly
for the page, not the tongue. Shortly after arriving in the U.S., Auden worked
on a collection of aphorisms and observations that he ultimately abandoned. Mendelson
edited the work, The Prolific and the
Devourer, and published it posthumously in 1983. In it Auden writes:
“As a child
I had no interest in poetry, but a passion for words, the longer the better,
and appalled my aunts by talking like a professor of geology. Today words so affect
me that a pornographic story, for example, excites me sexually more than a
living person can do.”
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